A little Kumbaya

In last week’s post, I wrote, “We are all in this together.” Sunday. Trying to get home, to work, to somewhere other than where we are, Grand Rapids. Then Monday. No one sang Kumbaya. I stood in line at the airline check-in counter for an hour, checked my bag, cleared...

We are all in this together

Yesterday morning at 9 am, I checked out of the Grand Rapids Comfort Inn and boarded their airport shuttle. American Airlines’ alerts sent to my phone had indicated my 11 am flight was “on time.” While the driver navigated the slush and ice-covered streets with...

What! You too?

“Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too?” -C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves   This is the first in a series of reflections about our September trip to Russia.   The first evening in Saint Petersburg, Keith and I...

Rhythms

Our first morning on board the cruise ship in Istanbul, Keith and I rose early, took the elevator to the 7th deck and walked into the World Café. We passed the coffee and juice bar, then oohed and aahed at the assortment of fruits, cheeses, yogurts and fish, wondered...